Freedom

If you had asked me a few years to describe my personal style, I would have probably laughed nervously, panicked and desperately tried to change the subject.
This was always a topic that made me feel inadequate and the reason was because my style didn't exist.
It just hadn't blossomed yet.

I suppose you could say I hadn't reached my peak and my time was yet to come.

I hadn't discovered the prints,textures and designs that would transcend me into a never ending whirlpool of lust.

I suppose I just hadn't found what fashion and style meant to me.

I had always seen fashion as just utter self-indulgence and I just couldn't quite wrap my head around the whole thing.
I would admire fashion from afar but just never had the courage to ask if I could play.

Have I always been a colourful person?

Yes of course.

As outgoing as they come and with a laugh that scares young children.

But this wasn't translating into how I presented myself to the world.

I was a stuck in a rut and my rut was pretty sad to look at.

All I wore every single day (including Christmas and my birthday) was a plain black t-shirt, black jeans that were two sizes too big and the look was finished off with some bog standard trainers.
I was so caught up in the negative body image I had created of myself and I just didn't want to be seen.

Hardly making a fashion statement now was I?

The only statement I was making was that I didn't like my body, I wasn't feeling great in general and I had no idea what suited both my personality or my body.

In my job as a Makeup Artist, I show my clients that products shouldn't be worn as a suit of armour.

Instead of hiding behind your makeup, why not use it to show your personality?

Use makeup to highlight what you like, contour what you wish you had more of and show the world a hint of what you're made of.

I now understand that the same ideology can be translated into your sense of style.

In saying this though, I have never been one to follow rules and that applies to all aspects of my life.

Being told how, why and when to do something never quite made sense to me.

I'm a bit of an anarchist at heart and I prefer to do things my own way.

I'm a “make it up as you go along “ type of girl (which was probably the main reason I found learning to drive so difficult).

I look up to people like Vivienne Westwood, Joan Collins and Anna Piaggi to name but a few.

Strong women in all aspects of their life and their character.

Women whose style show/showed the world who they were/are and what they represented.

They were/are giving a middle finger up to what is conventional, on trend and what is deemed acceptable.

There is nothing wrong with your “on-trend” looks, copying what celebrities are wearing, and all that kind of thing.

A lot of people feel a strong sense of security from looking like everyone else, and I can understand why.

You will never be stared at for being different, your magazines will tell you exactly what to wear down to the last bangle, so very little thought is required.

Everything tends to be quite non-offensive though doesn't it?

So why not throw a little risk into the mix?

Why not try something you've never seen done before?

Why not dye your hair a wild colour, and wear nothing but kimonos for a month?

Why follow the herd when the road untraveled looks so much more appealing?

I was inspired to let my personality and sense of humour flood out into my sense of style.

It exploded in the form of bold prints, 80's style power blazers, a pretty wonderful costume jewellery collection and yellow hair to tie it all together.

For me every day is a chance to try something new, something bold.

I was inspired to take a risk and I sit here truly proud of the statement I have become.

I sit here oblivious to what is “on-trend,” and instead focus on what represents me.

The word I always come back to is freedom.

Freedom 2013-11-21T14:21:00-08:00 Rating: 4.5 Diposkan Oleh: Unknown